I saw this girl on the subway and noticed that she rigged herself up. Just like brotha man on the street from a few days ago, I wasn’t sure if this was a trend.
Actually, I’m not going to hate because this is something I would do because I had to use my last $2.25 on my subway ticket vs. buying flip flops from Duane Reade. Wait, Duane Reade is fancy now, so Jack’s $99 cents.
Living in NYC, it’s so hard to keep up with the latest trends. I was was eating lunch yesterday and I saw this man doing a dance of some sort on the street corner with an interesting accessory. I just figured he was sporting the latest trend, kinda like those two rap kids that wore their pants backwards back in the day. Really though, I’m not phased by any of this nonsense, but I do wonder if he has different colors, and which corner he will be on tomorrow.
Ummm yes, that is a pacifier.
I truly enjoy that NYC is equal opportunity and an open market for just about everything. Plus, the way cultures collide, there are endless possibilities for fusion.
This pizza man is iconic. However, this may be taking it too far. Not sure that the sushi shop needs the Pizza Man to promote their new menu item. Although, I really cant hate on The Teriyaki Pizza Man because he did make me do a double take
I’m not sure how I stumbled on this post, but thank goodness I did because it seems revolutionary. I’m not much of cleaner, but this person’s ad really sold me.
I was ready to apply until I saw that the company wanted a resume. I’ve worked a lot of jobs, but I’m not sure I’m qualified for this.
I’m not much of a boozer, but finding a good happy hour place in NYC is key. Not too far away from me is a Mexican restaurant called El Cantenero. On the second floor, they have a $4 happy hour from 5-8 everyday and there’s an outdoor patio. You get free chips & salsa and there’s a disco ball and flashing lights. For Greenwich Village, this is pretty novel. The only drawback is that there’s a dress code.
I’m somewhat disappointed that there’s a dress code. This is NYC and we are supposed to accept a variety of styles. I guess I won’t find my Do-Rag prince here.
It’s always fun to see who looks at my website. I really find it interesting to see which search engine terms are associated with my blog. Since this is, well, you know, a classy blog, I find it fitting that this term would direct a user to my site.
I really wish I could see a photo of the person who searches for “neked” blackman (one word). Hey, I can’t hate, because if you follow the principles of phonetics and sound it out, there are many ways to get to naked. This includes: NAI-KED, NEIGH-KED and really, why would NAKED be the obvious.
Regardless of spelling, I do hope that this person has found their “neked blackman.” If you do want to know more about my NAKED BLACK MAN, I do have a post.
Going into any Starbucks in the East Village is a toss up. Dirty hipsters, old hippies that can tell stories about the days of Warhol and Basquiat, the “freelancer” (myself included) and the inevitable crazy.
Whenever I’m at Starbucks, I seem to attract a character. On this gloomy, rainy day, a middle-aged lady in a wet fur coat sat next to me. She started telling me how she forgot her umbrella. I wanted to say, “obviously, because you smell like wet dog,” but I refrained and just gave her the “please stop talking to me smile.” A few minutes later, I looked over and she was focused on a serious endeavor.
At this point, I wasn’t surprised that she didn’t buy a drink and was rolling a joint in the middle of Starbucks. She looked at me with not a care in the world (joint in hand) and asked if I liked my Mac because she had “that silver one” but told me it broke because it got wet in the rain (Clearly, she never carries an umbrella). She got up to leave and wished me a good day. I wished her well and hoped that her, and her joint don’t get soaked in the rain…..
These days, you have to be careful of where you get your food. Fish comes contaminated, a lot of meat is treated Michael Vic-style (pre-rehab of course) and the man has let his chemicals go wild.
I was at an unfamiliar grocery store the other day and noticed this package.
I don’t know about you, but the last thing I want to know is that my meat came from a shady farm. Perhaps the general population is not as elitist or observant. Hey, for some, shady sausage, with a liter Tropical Fantasy Cola and a bit of gelato for a good time is all one needs…..
I enjoy NYC ads. They promote the city, educate people and give advice too. I do appreciate this message on breastfeeding I guess. I don’t have children, but aside from whole pumping thing, I heard it’s good for your kid.
I’m not quite sure that the visual or copy of this ad communicates the benefits of breastfeeding as I’m assuming that this was the communication objective. Again, I’m not a mother and can’t tell if this ad would make a mom all warm and fuzzy as she stands outside of a bus shelter as she contemplates here feeding options.
Three things:
1. I’m not quite sure if they needed to show half of her breast sticking out
2. I would really like to meet the art director
3. I do hope this model is using her baby
